Semua Bab Claimed By My Ex’s Father: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Finn’s POVThe static sound of the small television screen in the prison common room was the only thing keeping me connected to the world that had so violently erased me. I sat on the wooden bench, my arms crossed tightly over my chest, my eyes hollow and bloodshot as I watched the morning news broadcast.The anchor’s voice was smooth, carrying a clinical tone that felt like an absolute face-slap to my shattered ego.“In a stunning development following the live arrests at the Hartley Global Gala, the federal high court has officially declared all secondary asset declarations signed by former Vice President Finn Hartley to be entirely fraudulent and legally void due to a lineage misrepresentation. Furthermore, the supreme trustee, Sloane Hartley, has initiated a total liquidation of the Vance real estate holdings...”"Hey, new guy. Turn that garbage off and get to the loading dock," a tier guard barked, slamming his heavy baton against the iron door. "The industrial laundry trucks f

Sloane's POVThe air in the boardroom turned instantly freezing into a state of absolute, suffocating tension that felt like the moment before a lightning strike. Julian Van Der Bilt sat there with a smug confidence, his cold blue eyes locked onto mine, completely convinced that his multi-billion-dollar proposition was enough to create a rift between a twenty-four-year-old commoner and the billionaire patriarch standing behind her.He had no idea that he had just signed his own corporate death warrant.Before I could even adjust my digital terminal, Knox moved. His towering frame shifted with a terrifying, predatory speed that didn't belong in a corporate boardroom. In a single second, his massive, scarred hand crashed down onto the table just an inch from Julian’s face, the heavy impact shaking the crystal water decanters across the room.Knox leaned down, his broad shoulders completely blocking out the view of the River Thames, his sharp green eyes burning with a raw ferocity that

Sloane's POVThe smooth return flight from London was handled with the same absolute efficiency that defined our corporate takeovers. By Monday morning, the European maritime fleet had been fully mapped onto my master terminal, its data streams flowing smoothly into our central West African logistics hub. I sat at my desk, the brilliant sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the penthouse suite, casting long, sharp shadows across the polished floor.I was adjusting the automated routing metrics for the new northern ports when I suddenly felt dizzy. The digital columns on the monitor blurred for a second, and a sharp, metallic taste rose in the back of my throat. I pressed my palm flat against the cold glass surface of the desk, taking a slow breath to force the disorientation down."You’re pale, Sloane."Knox’s deep voice vibrated through the quiet space before I even heard the connecting door click open. He walked toward my desk with his slow, deliberate

Finn’s POVThe damp air of the prison visitation bay felt like a heavy weight pressing down on my chest. I sat behind the scratched plexiglass screen, my grease-stained fingers clutching the cheap plastic telephone receiver, my eyes wide with a desperate panic. The neon-orange jumpsuit felt coarser today, a permanent brand of my absolute ruin.Sitting on the other side of the glass was my senior defense counsel, Marcus Vance, his face pale and entirely devoid of the old-money confidence he used to display in the corporate boardrooms."What do you mean the appeal was thrown out, Marcus?" I yelled into the receiver, my voice cracking into a high-pitched whimper that made the guards at the door look over. "Sterling promised me that the antitrust declaration would freeze Sloane's terminal! He said the federal courts would have to modify my grand larceny sentencing if we proved my father used illegal licensing!""Sterling is currently sitting in a maximum-security wing three tiers below y

Sloane's POVThe sun set over the glittering city, casting the financial district in a warm, amber glow that slowly faded into a sea of neon-lit absolute power. It was Friday evening, and the first major arc of our international expansion was officially complete. Every board seat, every asset portfolio, and every old-money family had officially aligned themselves with my metrics, cementing my status as the supreme sovereign of the dynasty.I stood by the glass walls of the master penthouse suite, holding a crystal glass of premium sparkling water. I wore a form-fitting, minimalist black silk designer gown that cascaded down my frame, the legendary Hartley emeralds glowing with a brilliant intensity around my neck.A soft, familiar warmth flooded the space as Knox approached from behind, his footsteps slow, deliberate, and carrying the heavy weight of total authority. He slid his strong hands smoothly around my waist, his palms resting gently flat against my lower abdomen, pulling my